After Divorcing my Captain Husband (Chloe and Michael)

Sitting before him was the woman he loved, yet her eyes had always been fixed on another man. Even if Owen were a saint, he couldn't remain indifferent to that.

Just as he was about to refuse, he saw tears welling up in Lucy's eyes. "Please, Owen, I can't live without Michael. I'll die without him!" For years, her only wish had been to marry Michael. It had become an obsession.

Now, knowing that even slitting her wrists couldn't stop Michael from going abroad to find Chloe, she was on the verge of breaking down. All she wanted now was to hear Michael's voice. She was convinced that once Michael knew she'd just had a brush with death, he wouldn't be so cold and unfeeling.

Owen sighed deeply, dialed Michael's number, and then handed her the phone.

Lucy didn't hesitate to call, but all she heard was the message that the phone had been turned off.

She refused to accept it and kept dialing over and over.

Owen couldn't bear to watch any longer and finally walked over to take the phone from her.

"Give me the phone. I don't believe he's not answering!"

Owen was filled with helplessness. "He's probably on the plane right now. Even if you call a hundred times, he won't answer."

Lucy suddenly fell silent as if talking to herself, "Right. He's on the plane going to see Chloe. He's still in the air. What time does his flight land? I'll call him as soon as he's on the ground!" As Owen watched Lucy's expression, he began to feel something wasn't right.

"I'll go check for you now. You wait here, okay?"

Seeing that he was willing to help, Lucy smiled and nodded, looking very docile and obedient.

After leaving the room, Owen didn't check the flight but instead headed straight to the office of the doctor who had just performed surgery on her.

"Doctor, why do I feel like her mental state isn't right?"

The doctor looked at Lucy's medical report, then glanced at Owen and asked, "Are you a family member? Or what?"

Owen hesitated for a moment. "I'm her boyfriend."

He said it with unusual firmness.

"She's been through a shock, so her emotions are very unstable. The preliminary diagnosis suggests she may be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, though thankfully, it doesn't seem severe." "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Owen was stunned, unable to believe what he was hearing.

No wonder he'd found Lucy so irrational. As soon as something didn't go her way, she'd go into a rage, making absurd decisions. It turned out she truly had a mental illness.

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"Try not to upset her for now. This will take time. If her requests aren't too unreasonable, try to fulfill them. The most important thing now is to stabilize her emotions. We'll provide medication here, but it'll be a step-by-step process." Owen felt a heavy weight on his heart after hearing this.

When he returned to the room, the bodyguards were already there with a contract, ready for Lucy to sign.

But he stood in their way. "Wait, I need to talk to your boss."

The bodyguards looked surprised but didn't immediately refuse.

"She's carrying a child. If your boss really wants this baby, then call him right now."

The bodyguards exchanged glances before taking him outside to make the call.

In the hallway, the call connected, and Owen said, "Lucy now has post-traumatic stress disorder. There's no guarantee the child will be healthy. If you want a baby, find someone else."

Abel was silent for a moment before responding in a low voice, "Post-traumatic stress disorder doesn't seem to affect the child, does it?"

Owen was stunned. "Are you even human? You've turned her into this, and all you care about is the child!"

"She stayed with me for the money, didn't she? We each get what we want. What's the problem?"